Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?

On Monday Mrs Beard and I went to the antiques fair in Lincoln.

The Hound came too, on account of me having him left him behind when i went to London at the weekend, and i felt guilty doing it again. He spent much of the day trying to goad various bits of taxidermy and china lions into playing with him, so that was nice.

The fair is at the show ground, full of all the things you never knew you needed, and a few that you did. There are plenty of stands selling farrow and ball (esque) painted furniture on sisal flooring, accessorised with some white geraniums in a rusty bucket, but the weird shit makes for better photographs.

If you need a sledge, this is the place to go, everybody was selling sledges, everybody. Have All Saints done a sledge window? Do you remember when they took over the lovely antique centre at the bottom end of Portobello, and filled the window with Singer sewing machines? and all the people wanted them, and the market price of a Singer sewing machine soared to £38.00. On Monday they were being sold for £15.00. The fickle world of decoratives.

There was one stand that had really lovely pieces, and if I'm being honest here, quite a lovely man selling them. If you happen to be in Harrogate, his shop is worth a visit.

I didn't buy Mr Blobby, i was tempted by the deer....


Anonymous said...

All those lovely windows, and vases... Sigh.

Anonymous said...

Wish we had fairs like this in Sweden. Just wonderful!

flwrjane said...

I want almost all of it....except the stuffed critter, and Mr. Blobby.

xo J

Mrs Beard said...

You have managed to make it look more glamourous than it was....I have sledge regret.

But old/new Ercol rocking chair is very happy in its new home!

Going anywhere with the Hound is like being with a celebrity.Next time we must take press releases and security.

Mrs Beard said...

p.s. I am still feeling bad for the man who asked for a Vimto and tea and ended up with a bowl of cornflakes.

Connie in Hartwood said...

I just heard a gasp when I scrolled to the photo of the stand full of the stained glass windows ... then I realized that it was me. Lovely!! (The Hound is the loveliest, however.)